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To the rest of the world, Dante "The Butcher" Moretti is a monster, a man who carves his way through the underworld with cold, surgical precision. But to Bianca Vitale, he is the man who dismantled her life. When her father’s gambling debts and failed shipments push her family to the brink of extinction, Dante offers a deal that is less of a mercy and more of a death sentence: Bianca’s hand in marriage in exchange for her father’s life.
​Bianca walks down the aisle in a shroud of white silk, carrying a hidden silver stiletto and a heart full of ice. She has a plan: play the submissive, perfect wife by day, and dismantle the Moretti empire from the inside by night. She will be the ghost in his machine, the poison in his cup, and the spy who brings the Butcher to his knees.
​But Dante is no fool. He didn't marry her for a debt; he married her because he has been obsessed with the fire in her eyes for years. Behind the heavy oak doors of the Moretti villa, a dark game of cat-and-mouse begins. Dante’s possessiveness is suffocating, his touch is a brand, and his eyes see through every lie she whispers against his skin.
​As the line between her fake submission and real desire begins to blur, Bianca makes a terrifying discovery: Dante has been one step ahead of her from the very first "I do." In a world where love is a weakness and betrayal is paid in blood, she must decide if she can truly destroy the man who bought her soul or if she is destined to become the queen of the monster she swore to kill.
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“Say it, Payton! Ask me to make you come and you will come like you’ve never come before.” He promises me. As he is saying this, his fingers are tracing the tiny triangle of my underwear.
“Please Jake. Now. Make me come.” I plead.
Payton has been a good girl her whole life. She just wants to get out of her mother and stepfather’s house and get her own life. What she doesn’t expect is a long-lost step-brother crashing into their lives and becomes her roomie. It’s true that he is an ex-Marine with an eight pack, but he is also a grease monkey biker who likes to talk dirty to her. His words make her quiver in anticipation, and his hands make her body twitches and spasms.

I am the shared Luna of two enemy packs


Being disguised as an important role of the Maple Pack by her Alpha, Cindy was sent to the enemy Highland Pack as a hostage, her normal life as a simple paper girl turned upside down.

Cindy is a genetically mutated person, her biological parents are full-blooded werewolves, but she is not a werewolf but a human. As a fragile human, she was sent to the Highland Pack alone and little did she know that the Alpha of the Highland Pack find she is his mate!

While Cindy has always crushed on her pack’s Beta’s son Glen. Glen is cute and also finds Cindy as his mate. Later then Glen finds he is not the Beta's but Alpha's son. Now, the Alphas of the two enemy packs both want Cindy.

How will Cindy choose between them?

story content: no cheating among MCs, no slavery (but someone will attempt to try), ML woos FL, two mates, doting love, no abuse among MCs.

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Raina Belmont has never had anything easy for her. Being on of the weakest wolves in her pack made her life hell.
Although she is a weak wolf she is a very strong lady but her life takes a huge turn when Lucian Randolfr, the Alpha of a very large pack in America came to her pack, sees her, recognises her as his mate and he marked her without her permission.

Extermination just got a whole lot more fun.

The ship took a lot of damage defeating the queen ShimVen. However, the gang isn’t deterred and gear up for a brand-new job.

A surprise is waiting for them.

It has razor-sharp teeth and a really bad attitude.

To defeat these alien pests, the Notches are going to have to get creative. They soon learn this new infestation is wide-spread.

To survive, they’re going to need to level up.  

Cody is still convinced that the infestations across the galaxy aren’t coincidental.

An evil corporation might be behind the swarm of deadly bugs.

The gang is going to need proof. But first they must stay alive and exterminate.

Men in Black meets Ghost Busters.  Intergalactic Pest Control will have readers hooked from the beginning.

--- Caution for strong language and graphic scenes involving lots of bug guts.

Three hundred mercenaries. Fifty excavators. The Savage family gates? Smashed.

Jaxon is back. Soaked in bloodlust. And he’s here for revenge.

But he didn’t expect this — his daughter has been taken. They want to drain her dry to forge stronger soldiers.

What he really didn’t expect? His own blood is worth far more than hers.

Now underground powers are circling. They want to turn him into a breeding machine. Even untouchable generals want a piece.

They all thought Jaxon was the prey.

Right up until the mercenary army rolled in.

Then they realized… who they really messed with.

I was kidnapped.

The kidnapper turned out to be my boyfriend.

I crushed his balls.

While he was howling and begging me to let him go,

I said,

"You think this is the end? This is just the beginning."

Nathan, for what you did to my sister, I'm going to make you pay back every bit of it.

Every pain she suffered—I'll make you feel all of it, too.

"Baby, lend me Stella for the movie."
When my fiancé Damon said this, I thought it was the most romantic thing ever. My guide dog starring in his Oscar-worthy film—what a perfect love story.
I'm Aria Sinclair, 26-year-old blind film producer with perfect pitch and endless money, but no eyes. So when he said "The press will go crazy for our story," I stupidly agreed.
Three weeks later, in the editing room:
01:47:23—Dull impact.
01:47:31—Familiar whimper.
01:47:35—Silence.
My perfect pitch never lies. That wasn't CGI—that was real impact. Worse, I knew that whimper. That was Stella, my guide dog, my eyes, my most loyal companion.
They killed her. For a goddamn trophy.
On premiere night, when Damon walked the red carpet with a strange German Shepherd, when I touched her paw and found no white star-shaped mark—
"This is not my dog!"
I broke down in front of hundreds of reporters.
"Honey, you're under too much stress," Damon said gently. "Maybe you need rest."
Whispers from the audience: "Poor blind girl..." "She really needs help..."
Just like that, I became the crazy one.
Abandoned by the world.
Betrayed by the man I loved most.
But they made one fatal mistake—they thought stealing my eyes would silence me.
Now it's time to let them hear what despair sounds like...
[Click to watch me destroy them both...]

AN AGE GAP, FORCED PROXIMITY, BLACK FLAG ROMANCE

Vincenzo Valentini is a man who sees the world as a business counter and human beings as merchandise.

The owner of an empire built upon corpses and submission, he is the reflection of pure perversity.

When fate places Andrew Thompson, the son of his greatest rival, into his hands, the plan was simple: use him, break him, and discard him like a toy that has lost its appeal.

What Vincenzo did not expect was that, beneath the youthful skin and the appearance of innocence, Andrew hid the same abyss as he did.

Vincenzo never wanted redemption. He never wanted someone to save him from his own darkness. He was seeking a mirror. And in Andrew, he found the partner who, upon seeing his blood-stained hands, does not recoil in terror, but trembles with desire.

In this perverse game, the "little toy" proves to be the perfect executioner. The mafia leader found someone who not only accepts his cruel side but cultivates it, feeding the monster Vincenzo has always been.

Where there should have been fear, lust emerged. Where there should have been hatred, a perverse loyalty was born. Andrew Thompson is the dark reflection of Vincenzo, the soldier the underworld did not see coming, and the man who proved that, for some, paradise only makes sense if it is in the middle of chaos.

Vincenzo opened the doors to his empire, but Andrew was the only one capable of invading his heart.

They are not heroes. They are hell on earth.

On the seventh wedding anniversary, I woke up in the lounge and found a big word "BITCH" sprayed with red paint on my chest.
The culprit, holding a spray-paint can, had a naive-looking smile on her face and said, "I'm doing you a favor. Your white outfit's way too boring."
I was just about to take action when my husband rushed in to protect her, frowning and scolding me: "She's just a little girl; she doesn't know any better. Do you have to be so petty?"
At this moment, looking at the man in front of me who had risen because of my family's influence, I suddenly laughed.
He probably forgot who had given him this overwhelming wealth.
I unscrewed the red-tipped thick paint pen and walked step by step towards the trembling girl.
"Your face is boring, too. Let me do you a favor."
As for my husband?
I'll make him know that without me, he's worse than a dog.

I clasped my hands over my bare breast as the old emperor pressed on me, trying to rape me, a 14 year old girl. They called me the cursed concubine. “You killed your mother at birth,” they claim. Even my father sold me for a piece of dirt to the Emperor with an appetite for young girls like me.

And then, they blamed me for his illness. "Your presence here has only brought suffering and pain in the palace."

"A lowlife like you doesn't deserve any form of dignity!"

They stripped me, tied my thorn cloth around my neck like a leash and pulled me like a common dog.

"Now woof! woof! Like a sick dog you are!"

I was waiting to die.

Then the prince returned.

Fresh from a decade-long war with werewolves, drenched in blood and victory, he shattered the palace silence by defending me—the woman everyone else wanted erased.

All I wanted was gratitude.

What I got was a night in his chambers… and secrets powerful enough to bring an empire to its knees.

I thought I was a curse.

A liability.

A plague.

But the prince awakened something far more dangerous.

And this palace will learn—

I was never weak. I was only unclaimed